It's raining and it's morning
And my beat body's yawning
and a grinning man strolls up wearing his street cleaning green
I came from a place near Inverness to seek my fortune and some wisdom
I found then once over a moonlit sea
And I found them again in the eyes of people like me
Think of all that we could do
Steamed up windows on the bus
A man with a can takes years of anger out on all of us
He's hurting in his heart so much he's blind to all that I can see
Think of all that we could do
Front door - now the self - righteous birds decide to sing
Hazy head thumping neighbours bumping morning traffic din
Claim me, you who know me best
Save me from the same tomorrow
Put the brakes on this room
Make the birds sing in tune
With my dreams that I am truly blessed"¦